The year? We stopped counting a while back, but let's just say it's been at least 4 or 5 since "the Incident"...

...What had to be a drunk P.L.A. submarine captain crashed his boat trying to make it through the harbor... It blew open... It burned for days... And whatever was burning inside that beached iron whale must surely have been something dark and rotten indeed...

For days it smoldered, spewing a think, dark haze over the island... A toxic cloud that would change us forever... First came reports of people acting strangely... Then, of more and more people being increasingly violent - attack each other savagely... Finally, everyone on the island was mindlessly eating one another... With this bizarre infection beginning to spread to the rest of Hong Kong, Beijing declared the territory a militarized quarantine zone to contain it...

Abandoned by the rest of the world, the survivors barricaded themselves in fortified communities all over the Kowloon peninsula... What supplies the U.N. managed to get through the blockade were eventually hijacked by the Triads... And it became clear that controlling Hong Kong's maze of highways, roads and alleyways would be crucial to our survival...

This highly-coveted, endless asphalt wasteland inevitably became the ultimate battleground of the desperate, the fearless and the mad...

And so, those of us with nothing to lose, a death wish or a cruel addiction to adrenaline chose to take our chances out there, on the road...